i don't want to grow up
i wish problems would just disappear as quickly as cigarette smoke
i guess it's just welcome to the real world where the pavement has no end
and you'll have to pick your broken pieces up yourself because there's no one to hug them back together
and everyone is a downer and all you want is to bring them higher but how do you do that when you've reached the bottom yourself
and the four walls of my bedroom seem to have trapped me and i feel like an animal the air is suffocating me and so is my mind
and i know that you deserve a damn galaxy but I'm struggling to even find a single star
